My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Walking out of Davis Bar, Ethan put on his sunglasses.

Today's sunshine was dazzling outside. He looked at the end of the road and sighed.

When we got back to the car, there was still air conditioning inside, and sitting on the seat, it felt cold to the touch.

Turn on the ignition and put the car into gear, and the Crown Victoria slowly moves outward.

Holding the familiar steering wheel, he felt a little reluctant, but he still made up his mind, stepped on the accelerator and drove forward.

When passing the back entrance of Banshee Town Hospital, Ethan stepped on the brakes.

At the exit of the morgue next to the back door, a familiar Rolls-Royce parked. The door opened, and a cart was pushed out by two medical staff.

Above it was a long white body bag containing the owner of the Rolls-Royce.

Under the sunlight, the bag was dazzlingly white.

Rebecca followed the paramedics, her face expressionless.

She was wearing a black skirt, and she looked extremely desolate.

Noticing the police car driving slowly outside, Rebecca raised her head and found that the driver was Ethan. She nodded invisibly.

From Rebecca's eyes, Ethan saw endless sadness and a sense of stubbornness.

Borden followed Rebecca, just as he had followed Proctor before, but his whole person was more gloomy, exuding an aura that no strangers should enter.

Only when he looked at Rebecca, a trace of warmth flashed in Boden's eyes.

Proctor died and he failed to protect him. Boden was filled with guilt, and he devoted all his guilt to Rebecca.

He vowed to help Rebecca regain everything Proctor had during his lifetime and maintain it.

It seemed like this could relieve the torment in his heart.

Ethan nodded to Rebecca, stepped on the accelerator and left.

Returning to the parking lot outside the police station, as soon as I parked my car, a police car approached.

Ethan walked out of the car with a big bag and closed the door with a bang.

As he walked inside, he asked:

"How are you adapting?"

Bunker smiled dullly and adjusted his dark blue uniform: "Thank you for your concern. So far, it's pretty good."

"That's fine."

Ethan patted Bunker on the shoulder: "Although you have also been a policeman, the environment in each place is different. Ask Emmett for advice."

"certainly."

Bunker nodded: "Officer Youngs taught me a lot."

"I told you to just call me Emmett."

Emmett closed the passenger door. There was a big bulge in his shoulder, which was still wrapped in a bandage.

There is no way, almost everyone in the police station is injured now, there is no way to rest longer.

After the police station was shut down for a day, almost all employees came to work with injuries.

However, after what happened a few days ago, all the gangsters in Banshee Town disappeared, and the Banshee Town Police Department showed great authority in this tough battle.

No one wants to get into trouble at this time, especially after knowing that the hospital morgue is almost full.

Although they went to work injured these days, their work was extremely easy.

Walking into the police station, most of the place was empty.

All the objects destroyed in the gun battle have been cleared out, and scaffolding has been set up everywhere, like a renovation site.

A few temporary desks were put together where they used to work.

The things above are piled up in a mess. There is no way. The current conditions are limited, so it can only be like this.

Ethan did not return to his seat and walked directly to the dressing room inside.

After a while, he came out wearing casual clothes.

It was working time now, but he had changed into casual clothes. Hood was also like this before. Emmett suddenly had a bad feeling and stood up quickly.

Ethan told Siobhan last night, so she just crossed her arms, leaned on the chair and looked at him steadily.

Bunker looked confused and tightened his belt.

Emmett took a step forward and opened his mouth in confusion. After all, he couldn't say anything, and his eyes were filled with regret.

Ethan smiled at them, turned and walked into the Sheriff's Office.

The wooden door full of bullet holes has been removed, and only a curtain has been hung on it. This messy environment does not affect the mood of the new police chief at all.

Most of the things inside were not damaged in the gunfight, and the new Sheriff Brock was sitting happily on the leather chair behind his desk, drinking coffee with enjoyment.

He had no idea that Hood would resign just two days after the deaths of Proctor and Cheton.

The bright pie just hit him on the head, and he could only succeed him as the Sheriff. If another Sheriff was parachuted in, not only would Brock not agree, but Siobhan and Emmett would also have objections.

Brock sat firmly in the Sheriff's Office and drank coffee comfortably.

When he saw Ethan coming in, he quickly raised the cup in his hand:

"Would you like a drink? It tastes good."

After Hood resigned, Gordon no longer had to hold on to the bureau's funds. Brock himself had a good relationship with Gordon. The first thing he did when he took office was to buy a high-end coffee machine.

Seeing him like this, Ethan smiled and shook his head, pulled a chair over and sat down:

"It's time for you to exercise, be careful of your belly getting bigger."

"That's just stupid." Brock curled his lips and put down the cup: "See if they dare to talk to me like this."

Ethan said no more and silently took out the police badge from his pocket.

Brock was shocked to notice Ethan's outfit, gritted his teeth and said nothing.

He put the police badge in his hand and played with it for a while, then reluctantly pressed it on the table and pushed it forward.

Brock pursed his lips and stared blankly at the silver police badge.

The scene fell into silence.

After a while, Brock touched his forehead and said helplessly: "Are you sure?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as Hood resigned, Ethan immediately followed.

If it hadn't been for the extra Bunker, the police station would have immediately returned to its original form and returned to the appearance of the three of them.

Ethan shrugged: "Yes."

"Why?" Brock said angrily: "Is it because of the position of Sheriff?"

"Don't think too much." Ethan waved his hand quickly:

"This is my personal decision, you will know later."

"As for the Sheriff, I believe you will be a good Sheriff, and you will definitely be a good Sheriff."

Hearing that it was for personal reasons, Brock couldn't say anything else.

He stood up and stretched out his arms: "It is my honor to work with you. If you have the opportunity, the Banshee Town Police Department welcomes you back at any time."

Ethan nodded heavily and held his hand tightly:

"Thanks, I'll remember that."

He picked up the duty bag at his feet and handed it to Brock. He put the gun and all police equipment inside.

Brock patted the bag and sighed.

Ethan opened the bag, took out a cardboard box and walked outside.

When he opened the door curtain and saw Emmett, a big and honest man, still standing blankly, Ethan smiled helplessly.